Truly it is Them

There they are,
Uncaring and crude.
They haven't come far,
For they are still rude.
Without all the facts,
Judgment they pass.
My dislike for them stacks,
With comments that come in a mass.
A poser they call me,
When truly it is them.
I wish to be free,
From the stupidity that stem.
Help they need,
For much smarter am I.
My words they do not heed,
And they will continue to try.





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